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July 28, 2012

My Twitter timeline was full of garbage today...not that it usually isn't but today it was extraordinarily so...a dazzling spectacle of people swooning over the "Olympics" with endless identical tweets, parroted from the same view...as if hundreds of people were just one-- automated, robotic, spectator...repeating the same crap over and over again...for over 5 hours...praising the sophisticated city of London, Mother England; that ample breast, that generous mother of nations, gathering her children, for a get together in some higher realm...the colorful multitude of her mixed races...gently rocked in her outstretched arms...crowned with a speech by her Majesty's to the tunes of Paul McCartney or God knows who...I say God knows who because I did not watch and will not watch...The Twitter garbage was enough of a scene.

So in between those nauseating tweets, I tried focusing on the realities of the Empire, the White one...the British American one, the Western one...

And amid the orgiastic exclamations, a small tiny voice of sanity linked a story -- horrific images of the Dawood US military hospital in Kabul, supposedly funded to provide medical care to Afghan soldiers fighting along side their NATO masters.. Horrific scenes from an Auschwitz somewhere in Afghanistan.

I felt nauseous looking at these pictures, violently so...I thought to myself if these "civilized"savages called Americans and their NATO counterparts, allow this to happen to the "locals" that help and assist them...can you image what they do to the "Enemy" ? The neglect in this Kabul hospital can be qualified as nothing but pure RACISM and a deep contempt and hatred towards the Afghans, towards Muslims. You can see the pictures here.

Violently nauseous I was...am...

So I surfed the net in the hope of getting more information on this US military hospital in Kabul, only to land on another monster birthed by the White Anglo Saxon Empire - a Baghdad orphanage. The story of one man, who is saving orphans from the streets of Baghdad and from state run orphanages where children are regularly abused and raped. The struggle of one man, begging for funds to keep his 2 bedroom rented place that lodges 32 orphaned boys, going...one man from Sadr City...an adult orphan (figure of speech) with no help from the putrid corrupt Iraqi government, no help from the "humanitarian" NGOs, no help from the UN, no help from the American or British embezzlers who "liberated" his country only to leave over 500'000 street kids roaming the streets of Baghdad and 4 Million orphans all over Iraq.

I will say no more...I will leave you to watch it...take 40 mn and WATCH IT. Watch it, absorb the details, pay attention, pay attention...if you can tweet for 5 hours non stop about some Olympic torch ceremony, surely you can watch 40mn.

But am not counting on you...am counting on one orphaned adult man, an orphan in his own country who's got the will and determination to pick up a tiny bit of the broken pieces that you left behind...

After this second Olympic size monster, Iraq, the first one being Afghanistan -- the Olympics of Empire, my nausea started boiling...like lava from a volcano...and I trust and I know that it will erupt on a massive scale...sooner than you care to believe.

July 18, 2012

I am inspired to write about the 99 Names, or the Divine Attributes. With my own limited knowledge of Arabic linguistics (as opposed to language) I shall try to piece together root words and meanings...

This is not an academic exercise, this is my own personal attempt at understanding, connecting words, and get a sense of their original essential meaning.

The Koran was revealed in Arabic during the Holy Month of Ramadan...and with my humble attempt, I shall try to be open and in tune to receive a tiny fragment of its meaning. And what better way to start than with the 99 Divine Attributes of ALLAH - God.

This is not in some chronological order, I will work on it whenever am inspired to do so. So if the case may be I will add daily whatever comes to me. Again, I stress this is not an academic exercise but a personal one.

In Arabic the root is the basis of the word, like a tree. A tree can't stand without roots. Roots provide the Essential nourishment. And just like a tree doesn't have one single root but a group of roots, so are the words.

So to make the imagery easier, imagine One tree, with several roots and imagine how each root is connected to another, all deep within the same One earth.

It is with this in mind that I will start. It will not be, by any stretch of the imagination, exhaustive, but more like tiny insights into one root at a time.

Today one of the Divine Names/Attributes (will be in CAPITAL LETTERS) that inspires me is El-HAQ.

El-HAQ can mean both Truth, Justice, Ultimate Reality. Which presupposes that both Truth and Justice are intimately tied. When there is Justice, there is Truth and when there is no Justice, there is no Truth.

Another word that shares the same root as Al-HAQ is Al-Haqeeqa: Al Haqeeqa - Reality based on Truth. It seems to imply that one can attain the Reality of "things" through seeking Truth/Justice.

Another derivative word from the Root H.A.Q, is the verb Haqaqa - which means to verify. Verify in French vérifier which comes from Vérité (Truth). Haqaqa means to verify/ investigate to get to the Truth.

Another word is Huqooq which means Rights. (Qanoon in Arabic is legislation /laws)

As I said above, this is by no means exhaustive, there is more from AL-HAQ.

But let me stop here for a minute and reflect on that attribute.

Trampling on Huqooq (rights) is trampling on Justice, is trampling on Truth, is veiling Reality

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